((( Atty. Elthon POV's )))
"I didn't expect the young Zel Cantheliz would ever enter this place," the officer said.
I sighed and nodded. Niel sat in front of me and did the same. His hair had greyed a little than the last time I recalled. He was also having a hard time dealing with Rhio lately.
"I couldn't believe he'd ever be involved in bar fight," Niel added, "Thank you officer for looking after him."
Rhio's men carried him out with a scoop stretcher to the car waiting outside. He needed immediate care.
"We'd be going then," I turned to the chief policeman, "Please forget what occurred tonight."
He nodded and watched us leave.
Everybody was tensed inside the car. Niel spoke nothing while Rhio was carefully strapped to his seat, still unconscious.
"I wish it isn't the mortuary that'll call us next," I said, "Looks like we have a lot to discuss about tomorrow. This kid is getting out of control."
"We sure do," Niel nodded.